Jajwok stood at the Mage Academy's gates, his patched leather satchel slung across his shoulder. The weight wasn't just from the few belongings he carried; it was the expectation that came with his assignment to the Orc Kingdom. His companions—Kit Mi Kai, Kipkemboi, and Olamsuri—watched as he adjusted the straps of his satchel, their expressions a mix of amusement and worry.
"Don't forget to write," Olamsuri teased, her tone light, though her golden eyes betrayed concern.
Jajwok smirked. "Write? What am I, a bard? I'll send smoke signals instead."
Kit Mi Kai rolled his eyes. Kipkemboi clapped Jajwok's back with a grin, nearly knocking him off balance. "Try not to get eaten by a troll," Kipkemboi quipped.
"Can't promise that," Jajwok replied, stepping onto the enchanted chariot waiting to whisk him away.
